Paul was skeptical. He loved Vince like a brother, truly he did, and he knew him better than most anyone - his dear wife Honey was at the top of the list too. He didn't think Vince was an asshole, but he was still skeptical over the premise of this union. It would be so much easier if they both just admitted they loved each other instead of trying to show it through mutual backstabbing. No, Honey wasn't entirely innocent, but if Vince wanted to marry her, he should have asked properly. Besides, money wasn't everything.
But that wasn't the issue right now.
As if piggy backing off of Paul's frustration, storm clouds gathered outside, and then a loud clap of thunder. He started a bit, because the lights flickering had come before that, and there was no reason - maybe the building had electrical problems? Rain began to pour relentlessly, fat drops of water splattering against the windows.
"Vince - " Paul began, right when the iPhone went off in his hand. Of course he looked down to see the message. This caused his stomach to drop to his shoes and all of a sudden he couldn't breathe.
"Oh, fuck...Vince...Jesus Christ, fuck..." He gasped, setting the phone down. As he did, there was a slight tremor - the shelves rattled, like a scene from Jurassic Park wherein a t-rex stomping around in the distance caused water glass vibrations far off on a dashboard before everyone panicked and ran for their lives.
That freaked him out, but not as much as the text message. Swiftly, Paul picked the phone back up and dialed Vince's mother.